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17 April 2011

Wicked Stepmother


I don’t hate you any more
and the pain you caused is past.

There are those who say that you 
were one of my greatest teachers.

It may be so. I learned
that hate poisons the hater

so then I had to work hard 
to make myself stop.

But I can’t like you.
There are no names bad enough

for the way your tortured
my Dad and my little brother.

Me too — but it’s for our loved ones 
we hurt the most.

That’s it, really. Nothing more 
to say, and I want to expunge you

from my thoughts.
You’re dead. Stay that way!

Day 12 - The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

 Submitted for Poets United's Verse First: Poetry Heals
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10 comments:

  1. Anonymous10 May 2013 at 21:25

    "but it’s for our loved ones
    we hurt the most." so true growing up I never wished for siblings it would have been too cruel to bring someone innocent into the life I was living. This is raw, like a punch in the stomach almost the emotions are very strong. Great job

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  2. Mary10 May 2013 at 21:56

    Yes, hating poisons the hater most of all. It is good to learn that or one can indeed have a bitter life.

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  3. Unknown10 May 2013 at 23:21

    The hurt still feels so raw and almost tangible in your words!

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  4. alan170411 May 2013 at 00:56

    Intense and feeling the pain, almost burns with passion.

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  5. Unknown11 May 2013 at 00:56

    So direct and honest and real. This must have been healing, to write it out and be done. A great share for the prompt, Rosemary!

    I am SO late to my own prompt! Here's my piece:
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/05/10/wounded/

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  6. alan170411 May 2013 at 00:57

    Intense and feeling the pain. Burns with passion.

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  7. Lisa Williams11 May 2013 at 04:36

    Hate is so destructive to the one feeling it and we've all been there. What a freeing experience to finally let it go. Wonderful poem.

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  8. Unknown11 May 2013 at 05:01

    You're dead - stay that way!

    There are some things we can let go of and some we can't
    great emotion

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade11 May 2013 at 23:30

    Yes, it was certainly written with great feeling! And was cathartic.

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  10. aka_andrea12 May 2013 at 01:36

    final and complete, hope you found your peace.

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